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Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king. WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading. discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

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Symbols to Him

The situation did not look good when Serenica went to bed, and it didn't look much better once she woke up. Even the prince was on his last nerve, snapping at everyone, even his beloved, and the healer didn't feel like she could get a whole lot of sympathy from anyone.

She had been saving a bottle of Karshaan wine, as many people did, since Karshaan was always a good bet. Those wines aged well, almost without any exceptions.

She decided against her better judgment to drink alone in her workspace and keep to herself for the entire day.

It did not go quite as she had planned.

The first mate came knocking on her door. She hid the bottle.

What she forgot to hide were the red stains on her white shirt and the rings on the table, those rings of liquid that were so often caused by careless handling of tankards.

"If you go on like that, I will throw you overboard so you can swim your way to Neul," the Admiral said as he sat down.